"STAMPEDE" lyrics
"STAMPEDE"
When I enter
Better say your prayers
I can never fear them
Flexing like a bodybuilder
Cuz you know manna strong man
Akinfenwa
From the east London where we spray am
Collecting all the cash to go clear
Them man there unserious
And we mash up the place like Kylian
What you really on
Don't care about your opinion
Spaceship coupe looking brilliant
Can't you smell the fragrance
Double CC's on the kicks to apply the pressure
Interference
Big dreams, big moves, hather millions
Top striker, like a Brazilian
Now they wan phone my cellular
Two by my side, lifestyle got them curious
Yeah, what do you mean
With a bagga man and the young G's
Yeah, we cut through like a stampede
Like a stampede, like a stampede
Because they can never stop me
Like a ganja man and cannabis
Yeah we cut through like a stampede
Like a stampede, like a stampede
Lord protect me from my frenemies
I don't know what they niggas want from me
Better come correct, all that talk is cheap
When I collect all these bands, I just feel complete
Drive a fast car and head oversea
I don't need no one, do it on my lonely
You can be anything you want as long as you believe
Anything you want as long you believe
Stars in the Wraith
Looking ridiculous
Busy in the bando
Till the sun up
Never gonna stop
Till it's over
Comin' from the ghetto
To the villa
They're still in the same place
Cus they're not serious
Yeah, what do you mean
With a bagga man and the young G's
Yeah, we cut through like a stampede
Like a stampede, like a stampede
Because they can never stop me
Like a ganja man and cannabis
Yeah we cut through like a stampede
Like a stampede, like a stampede
Yeah, what do you mean
With a bagga man and the young G's
Yeah, we cut through like a stampede
Like a stampede, like a stampede
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